𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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hi, before we start 

 i'm hopping on here in the year of 2024 (well the end of- specifically on christmas day) to let you know i wrote this i was freshly 12, i'm now nearing 20 which is frankly disgusting and terrifying. when i remember wattpad exists i look at my notifs and still see some people read this which is crazy! so im warning you right now that this is awfully written and it just doesn't make sense for the most part- which i've already prefaced on the cover and bio years ago

i only keep this up because its a time capsule for me i was such a fuckin cornball (this whole fic reeks of 2017 emo quartet kid) and it makes me laugh and also cringe but (semi) good memories i guess i was really proud of this when writing it lmfao

i still do write fanfic although i don't publish it but if i ever wanted to make a comeback in my writing career (lol) it would be over on ao3 probably under the same username. 

anyways nobody gaf so enjoy... question mark?


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Y/N POV

                                                                           You counted.

1...

2...

3...

4...

There you go.

They stopped fighting.

1...

2...

3...

They've started again.

"Stop," You whispered to yourself.

"Stop!" You started to say a little louder.

"STOP!" You shouted, making your parents stop fighting.

You mother and father have been fighting for ages now. Everyday when you would come back from school, they would start fighting about you. They wold shout about how you got bullied and that was their fault, or why I'm so depressed all the time.

The shouting obviously didn't help.

It really didn't.

It didn't help with the fact that you got bullied at school every single day.

You hear footsteps coming towards your bedroom door.

"Y/N?" You heard your mother say.

"What?" You said bluntly.

"Do you want to go out with your friends while me and your dad have a discussion?"

Is she that fucking stupid? I don't have any friends.

"I don't have any friends. are you that fucking dumb!?" You slapped your pillow, looking directly into your mothers eyes.

"Excuse me?" She looked hurt.

You just laid down and shut your eyes. Your mother left you alone as you fell asleep.

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Your alarm beeped as you slapped it off your bedside table.

"Fuck off, dick!" You whispered.

You got up, rubbing your eyes. You put on a F/B Shirt and your black skinny jeans.

"Morning sweetie." Your mother smiled as you walked down the stairs.

"Hi." You avoiding her look. She just sighed.